3 days in
it’s 8am in vancouver. i have been sleeping on an air mattress that has a slow leak. i haven’t woken up after 7 am once since i got here. i am eating gummi bears for breakfast.
things could be worse.
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it’s 8am in vancouver. i have been sleeping on an air mattress that has a slow leak. i haven’t woken up after 7 am once since i got here. i am eating gummi bears for breakfast.
things could be worse.
A – Age: 33
B – Bed size: Double (oh i mis the luxury of a queen)
C – Chore you hate: picking up my piles of piles and putting them away
D – Dad’s Name: Wolfgang
E – Essential start your day item: Pee
F – Favorite actor(s):
Billy Bob Thornton playing the foul-mouthed drunk that hates kids, Morgan Freeman playing the wise old black man, Jim Carrey, Robin Williams, or Jack Black trying to be funny, Jennifer Coolidge playing a big breasted bimbo, Julia Roberts playing the all around great gal with the loud laugh, Tommy Lee Jones playing the cranky retired Texas ranger, Chris Rock in ANYTHING, Will Ferrell doing whatever it is that he does in every movie he is in, Vince Vaughn playing the chubbier version of his Swingers role, Owen Wilson in any movie not directed by Wes Anderson, Keanu Reeves playing a wise, lone hero that only speaks 3 words of dialogue, and Tom Cruise playing the all around great guy that rises to the occasion or solves the crime or saves the day or falls in love or makes the right decision in the end or anything else for that matter because I love lunatics.
G – Gold or Silver: Teef = Sliver. Jewry = Gold.
H – Height: 5’4″
I – Instruments you play(ed): The Piaaaaaaaaaaano (To be said like Anna Paquin in movie of same title)
J – Job title: Professional Jackass
K – Kid(s): hell no.
L – Living arrangements: top floor.
M – Mom’s name: Marleen
N – Nicknames: Baby Courageous, Renzo in the Benzo, DJ nene, big r, little mac, l’il hitler (i think he was an our gang character)
O – Overnight hospital stays other than birth: Not that I remember.
P – Pet Peeve: getting the shopping cart with the WOBBBBBBLLY WHEEEEEL
Q – Quotes you like: WHAZZZZZZZZZZZUP!?
R – Right or left handed: right.
S – Siblings: one younger sister
T – Time you wake up: too early now that i have a real job again.
U- Underwear: boxer briefs
V – Vegetable you dislike: Brussel Sprouts.
W – Ways you run late: Always on time.
X- X-rays you’ve had: none. Have had my share of MRIs and one delightful arteriogram.
Y – Yummy food you make: Eggplant Parmesan passed down to me from an Italian grandmother. The secret is forever safe with me.
Z- zodiac sign? Scorpio through and through.
&, aftr boastng this way of my tolrnce, I come 2 the admissn that it has a lmt. Condct may b founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but aftr a certn pnt I dont care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autmn I felt that I wantd the wrld 2 be in uniform & at a sort of moral attntn 4evr; I wantd no more riotous xcrsns w/ privlgd glimpses n2 the human <3. Only Gtsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was xmpt from my rxn-Gatsby, who represntd evrythng for which I have an unaffctd scorn. If personality is an unbrokn series of successful gestures, then there was smthng gorgeous about him, some heightnd senstvity 2 the promises of life, as if he were relatd 2 one of those ntricate machines that registr earthquakes 10000 miles away. This responsivness had nothng 2 do w/that flabby mprssionability which is dignifyd undr the name of the “creativ tmprmnt.”-it was an xtraordinary gift 4 hope, a romantic readiness such as I have nvr found in any othr prsn & which it is not likely I shall evr find again. No-Gatsby turnd out all right at the end; it is what preyd on Gatsby, what foul dust floatd in the wake of his dreams that tmprarly closd out my intrst in the abortiv sorrows & short-winded elations of men.
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